Chapter 223: Grant

GRANT PACED THE WAITING room. He had different points to hit. If he walked over to the fountains, he could see the shop across the street. There still wasn't any sign of Melody or Nolan, but they had a lot of shopping to do. If he paced to the vending machines, he had a clear line of sight into the parking lot. When he walked back to the entrance, he could peer down the halls, deeper in the hospital. All of this without ever losing sight of Vaughn.

Not that he was going anywhere.

The man had barely moved a muscle since sitting down. His head was tipped back, hands pressed to his stomach. Grant was pretty certain he'd never heard so much silence from Vaughn, even when he was sleeping. The guy was always running his mouth.

How many times had Grant prayed for a little peace and quiet?

He'd listen to all of Vaughn's bullshit right now if it meant he was well.

This was a disaster.

What was taking Melody so long?

He wheeled around and peered toward the shop. He should have neve